I am........

I walk through the hallways it's another day of performing for people and wearing a mask. I've been shut down and slapped and beaten and shattered and bruised. Lied to cried to pushed away and used. I know I am not perfect so I take it and try to remain silent. experiences have led me to believe sometimes it's better to keep quiet. But the constant dripping has worn away my personality and now I can not tell you who someone is... me. You can ask me who I am but I will not know I can tell you I belong to God but then I will freeze and I will wonder who am I as an individual? I know what I am like I am like running water a mirror shattered glass a ticking clock a time bomb a river a locked chest with a hidden key. The person that I was before is inside and locked away but the key is bent and misshapen so i guess I am just.... "like."

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